Empty Words Almost Echo Within Themselves

It's Like My Garden, Love. Everything Grows. Including Love. And With That Growing Everyday How Can You Expect Missing Her To Ever Fade Away? Everything Builds, Including Our Ability To Cope With It. That's How We Keep Going.

It's Not The Job Of This Town To Make Me Feel Happy. It's Not This Town´s Fault That I Don't Feel I Fit In. It Doesn't Matter Where You Are In The World, Because It's About Where You Are In Your Head. It's About The Other World I Inhabit. The World Of Dreams, Hope, Imagination, And Memories. I'm Happy Up Here, And Because Of That I'm Happy Up There Too

She Needed To Talk, She Needed To Cry, She Needed To Vent All Her Frustrations And Disappointments.

Write What's Up There." Sister Ignatius Pointed At Her Temple. "as A Great Man Once Said, This Is A Secret Garden. We've All Got One Of Those." "jesus?" "no, Bruce Springsteen.

Day-to-day Things, The Mundane, Are What Keeps The Motor Running. How Extraordinary The Ordinary Really Is, A Tool We All Use To Keep Going, A Template For Sanity.